The politics of sexual appetite

I had a lot of fun reading Lucy Wadham's article on Sarkozy's manliness and the desire of France to be taken by a macho man in the Prospect Magazine. After my laughter stopped (it took a long time), I had to wonder what is it about the French that make Americans and Brits focus solely on their sexuality by using the excuse as one of my best friends used to put it that they are the horniest people in the world. Sugary excerpt:

My son, Jack, a French philosophy graduate, has a theory to explain the president’s success: the upstart Sarkozy is the conquering hero, the Nietzschean superman, whose will to power sets him above the constraints of conventional French morality. This, for Jack, explains his election and his massive, if short-lived popularity, as well as his ability, where others have failed, to push through difficult reforms.
I would go one step further, however, and suggest that it was also Sarkozy’s conquering libido which, more than his policies, explain the labels “courageous” and “dynamic.” Borrowing from my sisters’ rich vocabulary of male sexual stereotypes, I would describe Sarkozy as a sex dwarf. To my mind, what defines France’s president and explains his magnetism is not simply his “will to power,” but the particular circumstances that drive it: his small stature and his large sex drive.
In a culture unreconstructed by either of the great movements that have fashioned Anglo-Saxon society (Protestantism and feminism), the libido is still a force to be reckoned with in France. The last presidential election was not a battle between left and right but rather a contest between two “styles”—one gentle, the other tough; one consensual, the other coercive; one feminine, the other masculine. In the end, the French opted, not for the reassuring arms of Ségolène Royal and her “gentle revolution,” but for Nicolas Sarkozy, the libidinous sex dwarf. All the iconography of the presidential campaign pointed to the subliminal forces in the battleground. Picture Royal, dressed all in white, as if in homage to that alliance of virginity and female power embodied in such icons as Elizabeth I and Joan of Arc. Now picture Sarkozy, short and strutting in an oversized and sweat-stained suit, like France’s favourite dictator, the potent and charismatic Napoleon Bonaparte. Sarkozy, like Bonaparte, has all the characteristics of the sex dwarf: he is short, shamelessly flirtatious and tireless in his pursuit of women.
No record of his sexual conquests has seen the light of day, but I don’t need documentary evidence to know that Sarko is a sex dwarf.(...) There is something baffling about Nicolas Sarkozy’s rise to power, not only to the millions of people who didn’t vote for him, but for many of the millions who did and who now, like my own children, regret it. His success can only really be explained in psychosocial terms: that it was the collective desire of the French people to be represented by a dominant and libidinous male, rather than a dominant and matriarchal female. This particular fantasy could only have found an outlet in a society unreconstructed by feminist ideology—in short, a patriarchy. For France, despite its many powerful women, still wants to be controlled by a man.

I can't wait for somebody, an analyst, a journalist to dare to write about Obama and America in the some way. If that day ever comes, it doesn't take much to know what will happen, to guess the outrage that will follow and the accusations of racism, of using old and disgusting images of Black males as having a bestial sex drive and of some white women being curious to go black. Because if we apply Wadham's analytical frame to America and that we go along with the assertion that sexual innuendos are permitted in political analysis then what we could say about Obama and America ? Would it be permissible to say that Obama is a sexy poet and that America, after years of being taken by a cowboy who was obsessed with forceful penetration, has decided that it wants more foreplay with a sexy poet whom it imagines must have the legendary appetite of black males (since it views Obama) making it possible to assume that after the gentle foreplay, the sex will be incredible?
When I was in High School,  there was the hyped perception among my peers that going out with black guys (black girls weren't as popular, they weren't available mainly because going white for a black girl gave the impression that she was settling for milk when she should get coffee because she couldn't handled the real deal, a man of the same race who can match and more than likely surpass her own sexual insatiability) was the coolest thing, it was a way to break away with your parents's generation, appear ethnically cool and culturally radical while at the same time showing that you are in vogue and in touch with the Boys II Men era. If I wanted to be creatively mean and shallow to make a cheap point about Obama and America,I would say that we are in American politics, in the Boys II Men era and America, like a teenage girl who wants desperately to be popular and to be in sync with pop culture, has decided to go black. But I know better, I know that sex, sexual appetite in politics is important, but becomes seductively and dangerously limiting when it focuses on fun, exciting, but cheap stereotypes.